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[doggonemad]

It's called "depression," bro.

[throughbamboo]

I mean, that's prob'ly why it's different.

[doggonemad]

Prob'ly, yeah.

[throughbamboo]

[he tries to think of how to put before he just shakes his head a bit]

Ya ain't all worn down. It ain't nothin' like that memory back home, but - ain't like I don't know why, either.

[doggonemad]

Makes sense. I ain't dealin' with all the Tojo shit on top of my own shit.

[throughbamboo]

Dealin' with Tojo's shit all the time would get ta everyone with any sense to 'em.

[doggonemad]

Yeah.

Anyway, I'm damn glad ya never had ta see me like that. Woulda broken yer damn heart.

[throughbamboo]

[a little huff]

Still breaks my heart, bro.

That fuck of a boss is lucky he was already dead when I got out.

[doggonemad]

Hey, I'm— m'okay, bro. C'mon.

[throughbamboo]

I know. Ain't sayin' ya aren't either.

[doggonemad]

But?

[throughbamboo]

. . . how would you feel if ya saw me like that?

[doggonemad]

[ he goes quiet at that, looking down at his hands. ]

[throughbamboo]

That's the "but".

[doggonemad]

Yeah. Okay. I get it.

[throughbamboo]

Figured ya would.

[doggonemad]

[ sighs and finally just. flops back against the bed. ]

See? Those coins suck. Never use 'em.

[throughbamboo]

[he watches him, humming a bit]

Wouldn't bother, unless it was with ya.

[doggonemad]

Good.

[throughbamboo]

They useless after ya toss 'em in?

[doggonemad]

Yep. One use only, they're gone after that.

[throughbamboo]

All the more reason ta get rid of it ASAP.

[doggonemad]

Yeahhh, I don't like sittin' on 'em. Got this compulsion ta use 'em.

[ pauses for a moment.

then, pats at the spot on the bed next to him. lay back with me, bro. ]

[throughbamboo]

I get it. I'll let ya know if I ever get one.

[he also pauses.

Then nods and shifts a little closer, laying back too]

[doggonemad]

That's better.